mom cheerfully churned
through one order after
another, her cash register a
pad of paper on which she
quickly tallied up the
totals. I worked in the shop
one Saturday morning
when I was about fourteen
years old on a day when
my sister Elisabeth, who
usually helped out on
Saturdays, couldn’t. Punk
that I was, I thought it
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